Ryan Carter turned his head and saw the traffic cop Liam Foster looking up at the light, and, like a fish struck by electricity, he jumped to the ground, coughed dryly, and straightened his tie: "Sorry, is there something you need?"

"Ah, we're investigating whether the emergency room has been illegally using high beams..." The traffic cop, still staring at the light, got elbowed by his partner.

"We found a dashcam in Ethan Bolton's car, but we need authorization from the smart brain to access it."

With the rapid development of technology, people no longer use cell phones, but smart brains instead. The smart brain consists of two parts: an internal device and an external device. The internal device is a chip implanted in the brain, connecting to neurons, while the external device is something like a watch.

When Ethan Bolton heard this, he casually removed the black and gold strap from his wrist. His smart brain's external device had already been totaled in the earlier car accident, and now the display was pitch black and couldn't even be charged.

"This..." The two traffic cops looked a bit anxious.

"It's fine, I have shared access." Ryan Carter showed his own silver external device. Just then, a doctor came over to examine Ethan Bolton, and he immediately pulled the doctor aside to explain.

"Please check him quickly, his speech seems a bit off."

The examination took quite a while. Considering the traffic cops were busy and pressed for time, Ryan Carter took them out to the corridor and connected his smart brain to the dashcam. A virtual screen displayed the ten minutes before the accident. There was a traffic jam on the overpass, and everything was moving very slowly.

"Another social event!" Ethan Bolton's voice appeared in the background of the recording, sounding rather displeased.

Ryan Carter remembered that he had sent him a message at that time, telling him there was a social event that night and he’d probably be home by ten. His heart skipped a beat—could it be that this accident happened because he was replying to that message?

"Other people's sweet wives are already at home cooking and waiting for their husbands at this hour, but you, you have even more social events than I do." After a round of muttered complaints, he had the smart brain reply with a very cold "Got it," and then closed the chat.

"Louis XIII, find me a novel to listen to."

The abrupt monologue was completely at odds with the usual image of the socialite President Bolton. The atmosphere was a bit awkward, and the traffic cop dutifully asked, "Who's Louis XIII?"

"His smart brain..."

The smart brain, Louis XIII, immediately searched for a novel and began reading the synopsis in a cold mechanical voice.

[In order to pay off her father's debts, she was forced to marry that domineering man. On their wedding night, he took her by force. "Please, stop." "Heh, this is far from enough!"] The mechanical voice sounded a bit strange, but somehow it was oddly satisfying to listen to. Ethan Bolton had Louis XIII download the novel, deciding to listen to it that day.

Just as the novel had read two lines, a sharp screech of brakes suddenly sounded, followed by a loud "bang," and the screen began to shake violently. The car seemed to be pushed by some force, slamming hard into the car in front.

The traffic cops copied this part of the video, reassured Ryan Carter that Ethan Bolton wasn't really at fault, and then moved on to continue their investigation elsewhere.

Back in the emergency room, the doctor had finished the examination.

"After testing, your husband has no problems with any of his functions, but his perception of himself and the world is a bit off. For now, we don't know how to treat this. Maybe you should take him home and observe for a while?" The doctor looked helpless.

"You call this no problem?" Ryan Carter pointed at his husband, who kept flashing a wicked smile, and asked the doctor in disbelief. This was clearly a huge problem!

The chubby secretary Grace Bennett stood to the side and whispered, "Um... could it be facial nerve damage?"

"......"

Ignorant fatty, doesn't understand the ways of a CEO.

The doctor couldn't give a clear answer and insisted that Ethan Bolton didn't need to be hospitalized, so Ryan Carter had no choice but to take him home.

Worried, he held Ethan Bolton's hand as they walked down the hospital corridor filled with the smell of disinfectant, attracting many glances from young women.

"Those two are so handsome!"

"The tall one looks a bit like Ethan Bolton, the one from Shifei Technology..."

"No way."

Ryan Carter had no idea what everyone was talking about; he just felt countless eyes on him and couldn't help but quicken his pace. There was a tragic air of "my husband became silly after an accident, but I won't abandon him."

Ethan Bolton, on the other hand, was completely unfazed. One hand in his pocket, the other being dragged by his wife, he turned his head with great interest to look at him: "Man, what tricks are you up to now?"

Just as they reached their car, Ryan Carter was suddenly pressed into the passenger seat by his husband, who tightly fastened his seatbelt and pinned him against the seat with one hand. "Heh, trying to escape while you can?"

The shirt with popped buttons couldn't hide the overflowing masculine hormones, making one's face flush for no reason.

"Escape your ass! I'm driving!" Ryan Carter raised his hand to unbuckle the seatbelt, but his wrist was tightly gripped and pinned above his head, and before he could protest, he was kissed. This kiss was different from before—full of passion and dominance—leaving Ryan Carter a bit dazed and momentarily forgetting to resist.

"Man, don't provoke me. You can't handle my wrath." Ethan Bolton smirked wickedly, wiped the moisture from his wife's lips with his thumb, closed the car door with a flourish, and, riding the rhythm of the night breeze, swaggered into the driver's seat.

"You... where are you going?" Ryan Carter looked at him distrustfully.